“Should I go back and get it? Will I be able to do what I need to do without my phone? Will life as I know it cease to exist?”
I actually looked at it and noticed my surroundings, instead of being oblivious to them. Instead of taking a picture of the sign in the subway station, I actually noticed the tiles and the colors and the detail of the tile work. Looking at how long I had to wait for the next subway, it said 4 minutes. Without my usual ability to play a few games of Candy Crush I actually experienced the passage of time. 4 minutes felt like 4 minutes, and not a blur of dulled senses in which I am annoyed to have to interrupt the sliding of colors to board a subway car.
I noticed the clothes people were wearing, in fact I just noticed people in general. I overheard their conversations because my senses were actually engaged. I was treated to this snippet passing 3 women, “….well that just proves that you can have sex with a nice guy.” Just to think I would’ve missed that conversation entirely if I were looking at my cell phone.
This blog post is actually being written from my memory because I actually used brain cells while I was without my phone. Instead of typing notes into my phone to type later I am typing completely from memory, shocker!
I noticed the angle of the sun on the buildings and saw people dressed in beautiful big feather costumes and colors. I didn’t take a photo of any of them of course because I didn’t have my phone with me. So, I have no concrete proof of what I saw, and now it’s a moment that only I get to cherish, somehow a delightful secret. And because I didn’t have my phone and I didn’t take a picture I was actually inspired to go ask people why they were dressed in such colorful, fun costumes. I learned there was a parade to celebrate Hispanic culture. Wow I actually spoke to someone instead of just witnessing from afar and taking a photo.